I don't want any trouble.
Oh, you don't want any trouble?
All yours, Sonny.
Take 'em down, Sonny.
You should've thought about that a long time ago.
Thought about what?
Come on, get up.
Come on.
Mayor Chase!
Hey, when are you gonna fix all the potholes?
I didn't vote for you.
Hey, Mr. Mayor, can I take a picture?
All right, folks, late for lunch.
Ah, you again?
What's the matter, Mr. Mayor? Not happy to see me?
You've been harassing me all day.
Just exercising my right to free speech.
You're a public figure, remember?
You answer to the public, isn't that right?
Can you take care of this, please?
Thank you. This is illegal.
You can't do this. You can't detain me.
I am well within my rights to be here.
This is a public sidewalk.
You see what's happening? This could happen to you.
I have a right to speak out to a public figure.
This is what's
- That's enough. - happening to all of us...
I know I'm always the one to say, "Yeah, but,"
but there's something else.
Let me guess. He's a cop.
- You know the guy? - No.
But you recognize him.
No, but I can do the math about you being in here playing this for me.
And he is off duty?
- That's right, boss. - Well, then we're good.
I'm not so sure about that.
Oh.
The mayor we know and love is not gonna take this lying down.
Especially since the D.A.'s office already sprung our guy.
Well, yeah, what he did isn't a crime.
Be that as it may, there is still the public relations concern.
- You mean the political. - That, too.
Well, I don't give a damn about either.
- Frank! - Garrett,
before you start going down the road
about how unreasonable I am,
let me remind you that this "camera in your face" thing
is what every cop in the city deals with every day.
A hundred percent.
Which is what I'm guessing
this cop is trying to demonstrate.
So, let's just give him a medal instead?
Technically, it'd be a commendation, Garrett.
Garrett, we ask our cops to suck it up and ignore it
every time John Q. Public springs a 60 Minutes ambush.
The least we can do is hold their boss, our mayor,
to the same standard.
You're not looking to start a fight with the mayor?
No.
But I won't back down from one either.
How are you holding up?
Happy I'm alive, to be honest.
That was a pretty bad beating.
We're sorry about that.
And for no reason.
Like, none whatsoever.
Did you know these guys at all? Have any dealings with them?
Did I know them?
I never saw those thugs before in my life.
Any ideas as to why they targeted you?
I was minding my own business
and these guys decided to jump me.
Maybe you can help us with a description.
What'd they look like?
They were mostly Asian guys. Like a dozen of them.
All of them on these scooters or bikes.
It was happening at hyper speed. Like...
a swarm descending on me at like a hundred miles an hour.
Is there any details you can try to remember?
Maybe a name?
An article of clothing that stood out?
Sonny.
Yeah, one of them kept calling the main guy Sonny.
Sonny.
- What? - Nothing.
What, you know the guy or something?
We're gonna have to check surveillance cameras in the area.
You rest up. We'll be in touch.
I got to be honest with you, Reagan,
- I'm putting you in a bad spot here. - Bad spot?
So whatever you're about to say about
how you don't want to do this or it's unfair,
I've been playing the scene in my head a million times,
so asked and answered if you know what I'm saying.
I don't.
And another thing. I wish I could tell you
I was tapping you for this 'cause you're my top dog.
But the truth is you're green as hell
and we got conflicts up the wazoo.
Conflicts, Lieutenant?
I guess you're the wrong man at the right time.
Would you mind telling me what's going on here, boss?
Before I proceed, keep in mind that everything we say in here
is being recorded.
The first voice you're gonna hear
belongs to Malcolm Argus, known drug dealer.
The second voice belongs to one of his unknown associates.
It's got to be after 4:00 on the 12th.
That's the time my cop works the sector.
Okay, so either the 12th or the 13th.
Listen to me. The 12th. Only the 12th.
Any other day and I don't know if my guy
is gonna be working. Has to be the 12th.
And he's gonna look the other way?
Hundred percent green light.
What about his partner?
Not a problem.
Boss?
You heard Argus mention a specific sector
and a specific date and time.
Yeah.
That's the 2-9's roll call for the 12th.
Badillo and Janko.
Synced & corrected by -robtor- www.addic7ed.com
That's definitely Sonny.
Looks like you inspired him to commit more crimes.
Very funny. I'll see you at the car.
Reagan.
Hey, Reagan, you got a sec?
No. I don't.
What do you mean no? I got to talk to you.
Yeah, you know, in all the years I've known you,
never once have you come to talk to me with good news.
Well, what can I say? You're the problem solver.
Like the great Wizard of Oz.
Humble am I in your presence.
Mm-hmm. What's it about?
Your sister.
See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya.
No, no, no, no. Come on, come on, Danny.
Come on, this is serious. I need your help.
Mm-hmm. And does Erin know you're here?
Of course not.
Well, then there you go, okay?
It's never a good idea to do anything for my sister
especially when it's behind her back.
Jack Boyle is trying to hook her up with Warren Bradford.
- The billionaire Warren Bradford? - Yeah.
Says he's willing to stake her campaign for her.
Sounds like a love connection to me, Chuck Woolery...
"Back in two and two."
Look.
Jack Boyle and Warren Bradford coming out of Peter Luger's
- after a three-hour dinner. - Why wasn't I invited?
Look closely.
- Look who they're with. - Wait a minute.
Nicky the Gent and Tommy Basile?
Two known mob figures.
Not exactly the kind of company
we want Erin keeping company with
even if it's by association.
True.
Except Warren is not the problem, Anthony.
It's Jack.
He's got dozens of clients like this.
And I got a case to work.
- Oh, got 'em. - Oh, come on.
Ah...
Ooh.
- Eddie, you got a minute? - What?
Oh, Jamie, hey. Where did you come from?
Got a minute?
Yeah, sure, what's going on?
Do you know this guy?
No, I don't think so.
What do you mean you don't think so?
Just that. I don't think I know him.
Well, you either do or you don't.
Not much you really have to think about, right?
Jamie, what's going on?
His name is Malcolm Argus.
He's a known drug dealer who works in the neighborhood.
Oh, I see.
No, I don't think we've ever crossed paths.
- You don't think so? - Oh, geez, here we go again.
Jamie, I have never crossed paths with him.
Okay, because he usually conducts business in your sector.
- Do you think I'm lying or something? - No.
No, no, no. Nothing like that.
Why are you asking me so many questions?
No reason.
No reason?
When you took this job
you said we weren't allowed to talk about work anymore.
And... that seems to be what you're doing.
This is not that big a deal. Forget I asked.
Jamie, is there something I need to know about?
No, forget it.
Okay.
Terminate Officer Stokes.
- I can't do that. - You mean won't.
No, I mean I can't. I do not have the authority.
You're the police commissioner and he's a cop!
Who has done nothing wrong.
He spent the entire day stalking me
and shoving his camera in my face
and trying to provoke me and you bet that's wrong!
But that is exactly what my officers contend with
on a daily basis and it's legal.
And I suspect it's the reason he came after you.
And what's the point?
The same one you're making.
It ought to be illegal to taunt and provoke
and record while someone's trying to do their job.
Oh, you're playing games with me, Frank.
No. I am telling you the way it is.
Mr. Mayor, my hands are tied.
Because you want them to be.
If you're asking me if I agree
with what Officer Stokes is doing, the answer is...
sort of.
Sort of?
I don't love his method, but his frustration is valid
and it is shared by the rank and file.
I won't be an object lesson for your cops.
Well, in this case...
it's not your choice or mine.
Right, of course, it's legal, so your hands are tied.
Mine aren't.
Damn Sonny.
Upset he didn't take you up on your offer to come on the job?
You're making fun?
No! I'm giving you an A-plus for effort.
That's another way of you making fun.
Well, if it walks like a duck and eats banh mi...
Yeah. Hey, Sonny!
Come on.
Hey, what's the matter, Detective?
Oh, you're not happy to see me?
No, I'm not.
Hey, you got this all wrong, bro.
No, I don't. We saw what you did.
Come on, you got to hear me out, bro.
We tried that before. Obviously, you didn't listen.
Yo, bro...
can I talk to you for one second?
Call me bro one more time, I'm gonna jam on the brakes
and launch you through the windshield.
Sorry, Detective.
- That's better. - So, can I talk to you?
We already tried that.
Didn't work out too well.
That's what I want to talk to you about.
You want to talk to me about talking to me?
You got this wrong.
So, you didn't put a beatdown on that guy?
Cause we saw the video, didn't we?
- Yes, we did. - He had it coming.
- No, you got it coming! - Danny, watch out!
Stay put.
Hey.
Hey, you okay? What happened?
Sonny, hey! Sonny!
Hey! Hey! Sonny!
This is a disaster.
It doesn't have to be.
What do you mean "It doesn't have to be"?
- We lost a prisoner. - It happens.
It doesn't happen to me.
Well, there is a first time for everything.
This isn't funny, you know.
- They weren't your cuffs on him. - I'm not saying it's funny.
I'm just saying it's only as bad as we allow it to be.
- And it's bad. - Let's just put our heads together,
calmly, and try to figure out how we're going to find him.
Fine.
Nice and easy.
You're a dead man, you son of a bitch!
Detective,
I swear to you, I had nothing to do with that.
My crew overreacted. I'm sorry.
Oh, you're so sorry that you ran off anyway?
The heat of the moment.
Truth is, Sam Isaac
isn't who you think he is.
He got beat down for a very good reason.
Great, tell me all about it when you come in.
Take a guess... on how many young Vietnamese girls
he's put in the hospital.
Yeah, you didn't know about that, did you?
Look, you want to make a complaint, you come on in
sit down with me, I'll take your statement personally.
How's that?
I already delivered my statement.
And now you got five years hanging over your head because of it.
He's a bad guy, man.
I'm telling you. He had it coming.
Sonny, you know what? I used to like you.
And in my gut I really want to believe you right now.
But the only way I can help you
is if you come in and tell me what you know,
you help me nail this guy, then I'll help you.
How's that?
Yeah, not while you're still looking to nail me.
I can't do anything to help you with him
until you tell me everything you know.
Don't you get that?
Everything you need to know is in your inbox.
What are you talking about "In my inbox"?
"You've got mail."
So...
That was quick. You got something for me?
I got nothing.
Okay, then, why are you here eating up my time?
That's exactly my question. Why am I here?
Well, if you don't know and I don't know,
I'm not sure we'll ever know.
So back when you've got something.
I mean, why am I in this bureau, Lieutenant?
Why do you think you're here, Sergeant Reagan?
Well, I thought my C.O. thought I'd be a good fit,
but she also wanted to keep me in the 2-9.
And now you're not so sure?
I'm pretty sure.
I'm just not sure if you want me here.
Makes you say that?
My wife is not a dirty cop.
Officer Edit Janko is not a dirty cop.
Nobody is saying she is.
Really? Because you came pretty close
to insinuating that the last time I was here.
So, is this some kind of a test?
What kind of a test?
A test to see if I can be trusted.
If I'll tell my wife that she's under suspicion?
- Did you? - No.
But I don't like being put in this position.
So if my former C.O. jammed me down your throat,
then cut me loose, but I don't want to get set up!
Do you want out?
That's not what I'm saying.
No, but it's what I'm asking.
No, but if I'm not wanted...
Your C.O. didn't put you here.
It came from much higher than that.
My father?
No. Then who?
Me.
You?
I've had my eye on you for a long time, Reagan.
Years. So no.
I'm not trying to run you out of here.
And I'm not setting you up to fail.
I handpicked you.
I didn't know that, boss.
- Thank you. - And I wouldn't have done that
if I thought your wife was dirty. She's not.
But her partner... might be.
So...
You see what you can dig up.
You find out Officer Badillo's dirty,
we go straight to IAB.
Geez. What'd this guy do? Write a novel?
Affidavits from neighborhood Vietnamese girls
who Sonny says were assaulted.
Any of what Sonny says check out?
It's a list of names.
And times and locations they were attacked.
Mm. Sonny put this together all by himself?
I checked our computer.
Some of the same assault complaints are in our system.
Same time, same location.
Except none of the victims were cooperative on the scene
because no one talks in Little Vietnam.
Well, no one talks to us. They talk to Sonny quite a bit.
That's true.
- How many of these statements we got? - Over a dozen.
They're all saying the same thing.
"I was walking alone, minding my business.
"A white male comes out of nowhere.
Punches me. Beats me down."
Let me guess, every one of them
matches the description of Sam Isaac.
White. Male. 30s. Beard.
- So, we're thinking Sonny is right? - We know Sonny's right.
This video was attached to the email Sonny sent.
Oh, that sure looks like Sam Isaac to me.
Look, I'm not gonna say it...
Your saying you're not gonna say you told me so
is saying you told me so.
Well, I did tell you so.
And now you've told me
you told me so twice.
Mayor's taken his issue with Officer Stokes
to the Civilian Complaint Review Board.
He's requesting they terminate him.
Anything else?
That's it?
No response?
And what would you have me do?
At least acknowledge
that this whole thing could've been avoided.
Well, of course the whole thing could have been avoided
if I just got down on my knees and begged.
A bit of an exaggeration.
Not really, no.
You could've just slow-walked it till he forgot about it.
- Could have. Would not. - And so turned a one-day story
into a whole-week story.
A whole-week story and the issue that's front and center
on every news outlet in the city.
And it is my guess that that is exactly
what Officer Stokes was hoping for.
I got to be honest, boss. The cops love it.
The guy's a hero.
And having his back isn't hurting
your standing with the rank and file either.
Could you two please not?
- I support his position. - Same.
And when we lose this silly fight?
We go down with Stokes.
Who said anything about losing?
All right, Jackie boy, let's see
what wiseguy you're breaking bread with today.
- You ready? - Yeah.
Isaac checked out of the hospital.
Got his last known.
Be honest, you feel a little better
about the whole Sonny thing, huh?
You mean, Sonny the vigilante escaped fugitive?
- Well, there's that. - Mm-hmm. There's only that.
Well, no. There's a lot more and you know it.
He did better police work
than a lot of our own detectives.
And your point is?
Maybe you got through to him after all.
Oh.
I tried to get him to go straight.
I even tried to talk him into becoming a cop.
You know, obviously, he's got the head for it.
But he always chooses street justice.
All I'm saying is there's a win here
- if you're willing to take it. - There is no win.
This guy really loves bringing you gifts, huh?
Yeah. Just the kind of gifts I don't want.
Hello, Sam. What brings you here?
What's that?
- I think he said he didn't do anything. - Oh.
- What? - And he said
the guy Sonny is crazy.
Uh-huh.
He's half right.
Excuse me, have you seen my friend Sonny around?
Sonny? You seen him?
He's the most popular guy in town.
Nobody's seen him around?
Excuse me.
Have any of you seen my friend Sonny?
- He's my good friend. - We...
You see that? She spoke English.
She just doesn't want to help us.
Hey, buddy.
Listen, this is my friend Sonny. I've seen you with him.
Will you tell me where I can find him?
He's not in trouble. I just got to talk to him.
- I don't think he liked you very much. - Well, I don't like him either.
He's got to be around here somewhere.
I mean, this guy hasn't left Little Vietnam
- since the day he was born. - That's true.
It's also true that nobody here is gonna help us find him.
You never know.
Well, I know that neither one of us is Vietnamese.
I also know that Sonny is way too powerful around here.
That's why we need to find someone with more power.
You think a bunch of gamblers
- are gonna help us out? - If properly motivated, perhaps.
Anthony, what are you doing here?
I'm just admiring your family photos.
What are you talking about?
What the hell is that?
That's what I'd like to know.
Where did this come from?
- Yours truly. - You're spying on me?
Try looking out for you.
By taking creepy surveillance photos of me?
Well, they're not supposed to be of you.
I was staking out Jack.
Oh, that's so much better. Get out of my chair.
Why are you pulling a stakeout on Jack?
- To protect you. - From what?
My ex-husband?
He's putting you in a bad spot.
He's mixed up with the wrong kind of people
and if it gets out during the campaign,
it's gonna burn you.
Anthony, you need to listen to me.
My personal life is my personal life.
No, it isn't. The second you file
and make this whole thing official,
your personal life is over.
Okay. I want you to leave, okay?
You're this bent out of shape when it's just me.
What are you gonna be like
when it's the press or your opposition?
Go. Now.
Fine.
But you should know...
who you're getting into bed with.
I'm probably not supposed to talk to you about this, but...
that guy you mentioned, Malcolm Argus...
Yeah, Eddie...
Just let me...
You see, the reason I said I didn't think I knew him
is 'cause I didn't recognize his face.
- Mm-hmm. - But his name rang a bell.
Rang a bell?
Not to me, but I've heard it come up a bunch.
- With Badillo. - Yes.
Well, what've you heard?
Nothing much. Just that he loves the guy.
- Badillo loves him? - Not really.
You know, just jokes 'cause he's collared him so many times.
- Badillo has collared Malcolm Argus? - Like five times.
Says it's good for his arrest numbers.
The gift that keeps on giving.
- What? - Nothing.
No reason.
Thank you.
Hello, everyone.
My name is Detective Reagan,
this is my part...
This is my partner, Detective Maria Baez.
Uh, yeah, I'm looking for this man.
I believe you all know him as Sonny.
Was wondering if anyone could help me find him.
Anyway.
If anyone happens to see him,
I will leave my card.
Please give me a call.
Thanks.
Oh, by the way, the officers down there...
if you just take a look,
uh, well, they'll be coming up here to shut you down
until such time as Sonny is delivered to me.
Have a great day.
You have to go.
Everyone.
You have to clear out. Right now.
A little friendly persuasion.
So sorry to keep you waiting.
I'm used to it.
The CCRB ruled in your favor. Congratulations.
Yeah, big whoop.
You seem like a guy who takes the win.
Civilian Complaint Review Board?
No board starts with "civilian" has any teeth.
Which you factored for when playing me and this issue.
I never played you.
No, of course not.
That would be unbecoming of an officer or something.
Technically, I'm a civilian employee.
Yes, technically, my employee.
But we've seen how much that matters.
Mr. Mayor...
sometimes I get the feeling that you think I don't like you.
Really? I wonder why.
Well, that's not the case at all.
But we are church and state.
Separate but equal?
Well, equal-ish.
Huh.
I guess that makes me the mayor-ish.
Well, we both have the same goals
even if our methods diverge at times.
- All the time. - Not this time.
Are you saying you're gonna accept the CCRB's recommendation
and terminate Officer Stokes?
Ish.
- Ish? - Well, termination
opens up a whole can of worms with the union,
and believe me, you don't want any part of that.
Then, what?
I'm going to respect the spirit of the ruling
and suspend Officer Stokes for 30 days without pay
and one year of dismissal probation.
Mm.
So, that whole opera about what the cops go through
and what's good for them should be good for me
and all that was what? Posturing?
I don't posture.
Then, what?
Before we ever discussed the matter,
I met with Officer Stokes.
And everything I said to you was a version of what he said to me.
But you didn't agree with him?
Uh, part of me agreed with him fully.
But the problem is his position and actions
broke my golden rule.
You have an actual golden rule?
I do. You can borrow it if you want.
Well, maybe I will. What is it?
Two wrongs don't make a right.
I know.
Hey, Reagan.
Delivery is here. I didn't order anything.
- You order dinner? - Nope.
We didn't order dinner.
It's not food. It's a guy.
Hey, partner. Bring him in.
Special delivery.
Now that's a present.
Nothing like a little motivation.
- Hi. - Hi.
Uh, I think that you are going to be
pretty excited about the special tonight...
Lobster bisque. Your favorite.
I'm not sure I can stay for dinner.
Uh-oh. What'd I do now?
You did nothing. It's-it's not your fault, it's mine.
Oh, my God.
The dreaded "It's not you, it's me" speech?
That's ten times worse. What are you doing?
It's... just bad timing, Jack.
When you're running out of time,
there's no such thing as the right time.
You're not running out of time.
We both are.
Neither one of us has their whole life
ahead of them like we once did.
We got...
half a life ahead of us, at best.
Let's make the most of it.
Oh, you got to be kidding me.
Nope.
What paper is running it?
None.
What do you mean? How did, how'd you shut them down?
I didn't.
Erin, I'm sorry, what-what is going on?
My friend Anthony shot this.
He's following you?
Not me. You.
Me?
Why the hell is he following me?
He thinks you're gonna blow up my campaign.
And as much as I don't want to admit it,
I think he's right.
Slow down. What...?
What in the world are you talking about?
How could I possibly blow up your campaign?
Well, if that photo didn't,
these certainly will.
Erin, this is New York.
Everybody rubs shoulders together.
Not when that shoulder belongs to the ex-husband,
secret boyfriend to the long-shot daughter
of the police commissioner running for district attorney.
Erin, come on.
We are not gonna get too many more cracks at this.
I'm sorry, Jack.
You sure you don't want a lawyer?
Spoke to him before I came here.
He told me not to worry about a thing.
Not to worry about a thing, huh?
I'd say felony assault and escaping police custody
is a lot to worry about.
He says I'm not on the hook for the escape.
I didn't plan it. I just got caught up in it.
Technically, I was kidnapped.
That's cute. And probably true.
It's not gonna help you with the assault.
- Depends. - On what?
How it plays in the press.
Oh, that's his plan? Take it to the press?
Local Vietnamese kid protecting neighborhood girls
from a psycho white guy
committing hate crimes in Little Vietnam.
I think that will play.
So, why don't you just drop the charges?
'Cause it doesn't work that way.
He thought you might go for it.
I told him you were too butt-hurt to consider it.
You know, Sonny, I would say disappointed
is probably a more accurate term.
Look, I appreciate you looking out for me,
believing in me.
I took what you said to heart,
I really did.
But I had to do it my way.
Right. By becoming a vigilante?
I'm not doing bad. I'm doing good.
Isn't that what you wanted?
Yes, it's what I hoped for for you, Sonny.
Okay? But nobody gets to be cop, judge and jury.
What if you were wrong about Sam Isaac?
I wasn't.
What if you were?
What if you got the wrong guy?
What if you killed the guy you beat up?
You saw the case I sent you. I'm thorough, man.
The case was thorough. You did a good job.
So, what do you say you look the other way?
I can't.
'Cause I also saw the video.
But look, maybe there's something else I can do for you.
What's that?
Let me introduce you
to Special Agent Tommy Wong with the FBI.
He's working a joint task force
to eliminate human trafficking in Little Vietnam.
I think you two can help each other.
Help each other how?
You work undercover for me,
maybe the Feds can make these charges
with the state disappear.
And who knows?
Maybe Tommy can succeed where I failed,
and help you find a new career path.
All right, Sonny.
Let's talk about how we can get started, huh?
I'm all ears.
What am I looking at?
Malcolm Argus's phone records.
How'd you get these?
What he said up on the wire was enough for the judge.
Nice play. And...?
Take a look at these highlighted calls.
Our cop?
That number comes back to Officer Badillo.
So it's him. Badillo is the dirty cop.
No, boss.
What do you mean no?
These are outgoing calls.
- From Argus to Badillo. - So?
Take a look at the length of these calls.
Each one of them no more than a few seconds long.
Yeah, I don't get where you're going with this.
Argus knew he was up on a wire.
That's why he was so obvious when he talked about
a cop being in his pocket
and why he made multiple calls to Badillo,
but not once had an actual conversation with him.
Why the hell would Argus go through all this trouble
to sell Badillo as a dirty cop?
Because Badillo has collared Argus five times
in the last year.
And another two times in years previous.
So that's his play.
He puts the finger on Badillo. Hopes we start an investigation.
Figures at the very least,
Badillo gets transferred to another precinct.
Either way, Argus pulls the thorn from his side.
Guess I was right about you, Reagan.
You belong here.
- Good work. - Boss.
Your office called.
- Said you needed these. - Thank you, Anthony.
So, this is where we're at now?
Your office calls me, not you?
It doesn't mean anything.
Really? So, something that's never happened before
has happened three times this week
but it doesn't mean anything?
Okay.
Hold on, Anthony.
I don't like that you were following me without me knowing.
I know.
But understand, I was just looking out for you.
That's what friends do.
Okay, but sometimes it's just a little too much.
Oh, so, you mean I'm a little too much?
No...
You know, the thing with me?
I don't let anybody in. Nobody.
So when I do, it's a big deal.
I'm an all or nothing guy.
And sometimes all of me is too much for people.
- No, it... - No, it's true.
I could've gone about this whole thing a little better.
Well, the deck was stacked against you.
I mean, if you had come clean about sniffing around Jack,
I would've been pissed and shut you down hard.
You think?
And then I would've continued seeing Jack
which means it would be The Post who had
those photos... instead of you.
I would rather you hate me than for that to have happened.
The last thing in the world I would do is hate you.
Just tone it down, right?
No...
- Yeah, but... - Look...
I suck at some things and you suck at others,
but for the most part, together, we don't suck.
We're pretty great.
I love it. Our new motto.
"We don't suck."
Behind us?
Rearview mirror, baby.
See you later.
See you.
The mayor just wrapped his press conference.
Damn, I missed it.
Took most of the credit for downgrading
from termination to suspension.
Came off as perfectly reasonable,
even gracious to our cops.
Nothing wrong with that.
The outcome you expected?
I don't know.
Come on, you were three steps ahead on this the whole time.
Well, you plan for the best outcome,
but you prepare for the worst.
Hmm.
Got to hand it to you.
Works almost every time.
But?
Just curious...
why is it necessary to keep me in the dark?
Well, I wouldn't call it that.
Why not? That's what it is.
Well, you know that guy in the bar
that's always bragging about the big deal he's gonna close
or the brilliant way he's gonna tell his boss off?
He gets his validation,
right there, on the spot.
But he hasn't really ever done anything
except bend his elbow.
I hear that.
Talk about what you want too much,
you're less likely to get it.
But I'm not your drinking buddy.
Well, some of the time.
I'm supposed to be your right hand.
And you are.
Is it me, the office I hold, what?
Is what what?
Well...
I get the feeling pushback has become your default reaction
to a lot of what I say and do.
Well, when the right hand doesn't know
what the left hand is doing...
Well, it's still part of the same body.
Your door has "Deputy Commissioner" stenciled on it.
Do we want to change it to "devil's advocate"?
- No. - Garrett,
sometimes you being in the dark is part of the play.
But we're still on the same team.
But if I'm gonna be in a fight,
I want to know it's for real.
- It was real. - No.
You were treading water until the mayor got
where you wanted him to be.
And along the way I needed our fight to hone my position.
Whether I knew it or not.
It's an old cliché, but in our case...
the honest-to-God truth.
I can't do it... any of it... without you.
Thank you.
Okay, Danny.
What's the dumbest thing you've ever done?
Agreeing to play this stupid game.
Ah, come on, Danny. Real answer.
DUMBEST THING I'VE EVER DONE:
giving my blessing to the unholy union
between you and my brother.
Oh, shots fired.
- Not you. Him. - Oh.
Sean, what's your greatest fear?
Oof, uh, disappointing my father.
Oh...
It's true. I want to make you proud.
You always make me proud. And you never disappoint me.
Yeah, please try to remember that
next time you bust me for something.
Anger and disappointment
are not the same thing.
What's your life's greatest loss?
Let's go, Mets.
Oh, still going on about those Mets, huh?
I will never get over it.
You can't win 101 games
and then get eliminated in the first round.
Next year, Pop.
- Eddie. - Yes.
What is your fondest memory?
Marrying this guy.
Aw...
Okay.
Ooh, when were you the most scared?
Uh, when I proposed to you.
- Seriously? - Yeah.
Erin gave me ten-to-one odds.
She is the best handicapper in the family.
Well, I call 'em like I see 'em.
- To Dad. Dad? - Yeah.
What's your life's greatest blessing?
Well, this delicious Sunday.
- What? - What?
Not this sundae,
this Sunday.
And every Sunday
I get to spend with you knuckleheads.
Dad.
That's nice.
Ooh.
Uh-oh.
Who is the love of your life?
It doesn't say that.
Sure does.
Ooh...
Okay, well...
How about those Mets, Pop?
No stalling. You got to answer that.
Yeah, you have to tell us.
- Come on. - Okay.
Well, I'm gonna take the Fifth and the box.
How about that?
Game over.
- Wow. - Whoa.
A sore loser.
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